(As told to Sheetal Choudhary)
Sparks flew at the reunion
We had graduated from the institute of management studies more than ten years back. He had opted for Finance and topped his course. Back then he had been a non-descript boy, wearing huge black-rimmed glasses on his prominent nose. The nose in turn was forever buried in books. He had been a good debater though and had represented our college at various intercollegiate fests.
Meeting him at the ten-year reunion five months back, I had been taken aback by the transformation. He had introduced himself, gently pulling my leg, “Sukriti, have you got a handle on derivative securities or are you still deriving?”
“Simha, I don’t believe it. You, you, you…. look good,” I had stammered. I wanted to say stunning but checked myself.